Marston, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.80 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
O, yet forbear my hand, away, fly, fly, O seeke not her that onely to y. Poor loved soul. What, wouldst court misery? Yes. she'll come too soon O my grieved heart. Lady ha' done, ha, done. Come down let's dance, be once from sorrow free. Art a sad man? Yes sweet. Then we'll agree. Believe it Lady, shall I swear, let me enjoy you in private, and I'll marry you by my soul. I had rather you would swear by your body: I think that would prove the more regarded oath with you. I'll swear by them both, to please you. O, dam them not both, to please me, for God's sake. Faith sweet creature let me enjoy you tonight, and I'll marry you tomorrow fortnight, by my troth lo. On his troth lo, believe him not, that kind of coney-catching is as stale as fir Oliver Anchoves perfumed jerkin: promise of matrimony by a young Gallant, to bring a virgin Lady into a fools paradise: make her a great woman, and then cast her off: 'tis as common as natural to a Courtier, as jealousy to a Citizen, gluttony to a Puritan, wisdom to an Alderman, pride to a Tailor, or an empty to one of these sixpenny damnations: of his troth lo, believe him not, traps to catch polecats. Keep your face constant, let no sudden passion speak in your eyes. O my Altofront. A tyrant's jealousies are very nimble, you receive it all. My heart though not my knees doth humbly fall, Lo as the earth to thee. Peace, next change, no words. Malevole? No. Altofront, Duke Lorenzo Ferneze, hah? Duke , Duke Altofront. Are we surprised? what strange delusions mock Our senses, do I dream? or have I dreamt This two days space? where am I? Where an arch villaine i. O lend me breath to live till I am fit to die. For peace with heaven, for your own soul's sake Vouchsafe me life. Ignoble villain, whom neither heaven nor hell, goodness of God or man could once make good. Base treacherous wretch, what grace canst thou expect, That hast grown impudent in gracelessness. O life! Slave, take thy life. Wert thou defenced through blood and wounds, The sternest horror of a civil fight, Would I achieve thee, but prostrate at my feet, I scorn to hurt thee, 'tis the heart of slaves That deigns to triumph over peasant's graves. For such thou art since d A man 'mong monarch, but a glorious soul. You are joyed spirits, wipe your long wet Hence with this man: an Eagle takes not flies. You to your vows to Pietro & Aurelia, and thou unto the suburbs. You to my worst friend I would hardly give: Thou art a perfect old knave all pleased live, You two unto my breast, thou to my heart. And as for me I here assume my right, To which I hope all's pleased: to all god night.
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O, yet forbeare my hand, away, fly, fly, O seeke not her that onely to y. Poore loued soule. What, wouldst court miserie? Yes. Sheele come too soone O my gree'd heart. Lady ha done, ha, doone. Come downe lets dance, be once from sorrow free. Art a sad man? Yes sweete. Then weele agree. Beleeue it Lady, shal I sweare, let me inioy you in priuate, and Ile marrie you by my soule. I had rather you would sweare by your body: I think that would proue the more regarded othe with you. Ile sweare by them both, to please you. O▪ dam them not both, to please me, for Gods sake. Faith swete creature let me inioy you to night, and Ile marry you to morrow fortnight, by my troth lo. On his roth lo, beleeue him not, that kinde of cunnicatching is as stale as fir Oliuer Anchoues perfumde ierkin: promise of matrimony by a yoong Gallant, to bring a virgin Lady into a fooles paradise: make her a great woman, and then cast her off: tis as common as naturall to a Courtier, as jelosie to a Citizen, gluttony to a Puritan, wisdome to an Alderman, pride to a Tayler, or an empty to one of these sixepenny damnations: of his troth lo, beleeue him not, traps to catch polecats. Keepe your face constant, let no suddaine passion speake in your eies. O my Altofront. A tyrants jelosies are verie nimble, you receiue it all. My heart though not my knees doth vbly fall, Lo as the earth to thee. Peace, next change, no words. Maleuole▪ No. Altofront, Duke Lorenzo Fer, hah? Duke , Duke Altofront. Are we surprizde? what strange delusions cke Our sences, do I dreame? or haue I dream This two daies space? where am I? Where an arch villaine i. O lend me breath to liue til I am fit to dy. For peace with heauen, for your owne soules sake Vouchsafe me life. Ignoble villaine, whome neither hen nor hell, goodnesse of God or man could once make good. Base trecherour wretch, what grace anst thou expect, That hast growne impudent in gracelesnesse. O life! Slaue, take thy life. Wert thou defenced through blood and woundes, The sternest horror of a ciuill fight, Would I atcheeue thee, but prostrat at my feete, I scorne to hurt thee, tis the heart of slaues That daines to triumph our peasants . For such thou art since d A man mong ouarkes, but a glorious sole▪ You are ioyd spirits, wie your long et . Hence with this man: an Eagle takes not flies. You to your vowes to Pietro & Aureli, and thou vnto the . You to my worst friend I would giue: Thou art a perfect olde knau all pleased liue▪ You two vnto my breast, thou to my heart▪ And as for me I heere assume my right, To which I hope all's pleasd: to all god night.